Mom came to the Windy City for a quick visit over the weekend. Brunch at Frog N Snail. Shopping and window-shopping around Michigan Avenue. Tacos for dinner at a hole-in-the-wall near my apartment. Warm Bodies on Pay-Per-View at home. A tour of the Frank Lloyd Wright Home and Studio in Oak Park. And schwarma and gyros for a late lunch before Mom headed home.
But I think I liked today’s breakfast best of all. When I was younger, my mom made breakfast for my dad, my brother and me almost every morning, something I’m sure I took for granted. This morning while I was still groggy, Mum prepared scrambled eggs with salsa, buttered bread, bacon and berries, all common on our breakfast table back home. A humble breakfast, perhaps, but a reminder that my mom’s still, always, my mom, even when I’m older and hundreds of miles away.
(We didn’t forget Dad on Father’s Day. Even got some tasty treats to send back for him!)